Thursday Went Like This

Thursday went like this:

Allergies. Studying. Cooking. Class. Dinner.

I made soup for dinner--vegetable soup--and then went to class. I was sorely tempted to skip class, not for any good reason, just because I felt like it. I haven't missed a single class all semester and I just want-want-wanted to. But I went. Dave drove me and we stopped for my "look at me going to class when I want to play hooky" reward, a decaf soy latte from Starbucks. I'm glad I went to class, though, simply because we covered so much information that I'm going to need for the final.

My days are somewhat boring now. As the semester winds down, my nose is buried in books. I mean, I hardly have time to feed my Twitter addiction.

But Poetry Will Save Your Life

It's poetry month, so here is one of my all-time favorite poems, by ee cummings:

sonnet entitled how to run the world) 

A always don't there B being no such thing 
for C can't casts no shadow D drink and 

E eat of her voice in whose silence the music of spring 
lives F feel opens but shuts understand 
G gladly forget little having less 

with every least each most remembering 
H highest fly only the flag that's furled 

(sestet entitled grass is flesh or swim 
who can and bathe who must or any dream 
means more than sleep as more than know means guess) 

I item i immaculately owe 
dying one life and will my rest to these 

children building a rainman out of snow